​Proud lyrics

[Chorus]
Oh, what's on my feet? Oh, that's Prada (Uh)
You don't got sh*t to be proud of
I'm at the top, you stuck at the bottom (Uh)
That b*tch tryna take off her bottom
I rocked some boots in LA and forgot 'em
It's pretty obvious why you is not him
That n*gga only get high off of blinker
The way that she give up the brain, mathematical thinker
I'm ringin' bells like I'm Tinker
That boy a fiend, tried to f*ck her the second he linked her
You wanted smoke? We can link up
I need a book, all the crazy ass sh*t that I think of
I'm in the back of the back that I breach, uh
I'm in the back of the, uh, let's go

[Verse 1]
I'm in LA with lil' Wesley
I'm finna f*ck on that ho, and he takin' her bestie
I wanna play with a Bessie
Just took a test up in school, n*gga, please do not test me
My brother die, they gon' have to arrest me
'Cause I'ma kill every n*gga that try to correct me
Your b*tch on me, she caress me
I'm on that top floor, kickin' sh*t like I'm Jessie
(One, two, hm)
(One, two, three)
[Verse 2]
Can't f*ck with these n*ggas, I can't
I carry these n*ggas, I'm holdin' the weight
She wanna f*ck it, I told her to wait
b*tch, I got kids I don't know, like I'm Drake
Drac' puttin' a n*gga away
Drank all in my cup, Minute Maid, 'cause
Sippin' that Wock', I'ma steer off
All of this sh*t that I know could knock n*ggas' career off
Your diamonds really appear off
I'm smokin' gas, n*gga, I ain't drinkin' no Smirnoff
Hold up, let me turn the beat off
Feel like my n*ggas, they shootin' for three, that's a bucket
You can look at my chain, but don't touch it
Just like a buzzer beater, bro, this sh*t get to clutchin'
All of my pieces be punchin', of course
I said, "f*ck a college, ain't takin' a course"
Only class I really needed was coarse
And my occupation been makin' more money than yours
I know I'm makin' way more than my teachers, but I go to school just to say that I did it
Every time that they call me a one hit wonder, I tell them, "I'm rich, you f*cking idiot"
(Brrt, oh)

[Chorus]
You better take off that Prada (Uh)
'Cause you don't got sh*t to be proud of
I'm at the top, you stuck at the bottom (Uh)
That b*tch tryna take off her bottom
I rocked some boots in LA and forgot 'em
It's pretty obvious why you is not him
That n*gga only get high off of blinker
The way that she give up brain, mathematical thinker
I'm ringin' bells like I'm Tinker
That boy a fiend, tried to f*ck her the second he linked her
You wanted smoke? We can link up
I need a book, all the crazy ass sh*t that I think of
I'm in the back of the back that I breach, uh
I'm in the back of the, uh, let's go